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My Morning Star
over La Manche –
She looked like every other,
but not!
She didn’t move –
the joy that never stops,
when one is early up
to feel it and observe it.
I ride today the rails
to London from Calais,
thinking that humans
have evolved under the stars
the unseen, unreasonable, the unknown
they have forgotten.
I steal the biggest kiss on Earth-
A theft committed. Unreported,
I’m smiling in the train
Under the channel of La Manche
To stars unseen, recalling
the words of CS Lewis:
“Love, by definition, seeks to enjoy
the object”.